SVfic post:East of the Sun part 21
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roxyTitle: East of the Sun
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Lex/quite a few people, eventually clex of course
Rating:nc-17
Word Count:1101
Summary: Lex learns about trust and love from an unlikely source.
Notes/Warnings: my version of the swing era. Sure, it's weird—it's me!
Many, many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
danceswithgary for all her patient help to make this readable, and for the beautiful cover!
"Ah! God—aah.…"
The grip around his dick was tight, hot, and he felt it from the base all the way to his toes when it tightened around him. He grunted, hunched forward, and came into the soft velvet inferno…he shivered as the intense wave of orgasm receded, and life came crowding back in.
"Um…." He pulled out, careful of his sensitive dick, and the body under him shivered and groaned. Alex dropped down next to him, stroking quivering muscles, the hard and leaking dick. It jerked when he rolled his finger over the broad, wet head; a cloudy drop shimmered on his fingertip. "Finish yourself, I want to watch." Hazel eyes clouded with need met his. Alex licked his fingertip clean.
"God…okay…." His eyes closed, and Alex stroked back dark, sweat-wet ringlets from his forehead. Watched as the young man's broad hand circled his dick and jerked hard and fast without playing at a show for Alex—moaning, body arched and tight with the need to come, just thinking of himself, nothing in his mind but getting off, and that made it so arousing to Alex, watching him, listening to him. Moments later, he was shouting, come streaked his chest, wet his hand…he melted to his side in a loose sprawl across Alex and his small bed. Alex grinned, watched him suck pearly strands from his knuckles, rub the mess into his skin.
"Move, I gotta get up." The bed springs jangled as Alex rolled to his feet. His pants were draped over the chair in dining alcove, and the money they'd agreed upon was in his pocket. He drew a few bills out, counted, stopped, and then added a few more bills. "Here." He handed the young man the folded bills with a short nod. "Worth the money, as always, Beebs."
The dark-haired man knelt on the edge of the bed and fished his pants up from the pile on the rug. Still naked, with his ass in the air, he crammed the money into one pocket and grubbed a wrinkled pack of cigarettes out of the other. He pulled a hand-rolled cigarette out and lit it before dropping the pants back on the heap. He inhaled deeply, sighed after a moment. "Thanks, Alex. If I didn't need to eat, I wouldn’t charge you. You know that."
"Eat? You make more than I do in a month." Alex grinned and turned the radio down a bit. They could still hear the crackly broadcast of the Camel Caravan leaking into the room. "But hey, business is business, right? And speaking of that...how is business?"
"Ah, Daddy, you know. At least I'm calling my own shots. Hey, here's some news for you, though," he said. He pushed thick black hair back from his eyes, his broad forehead wrinkling in concern. "You know Wade Mahaney's been asking around about the Al-Kazar."
Alex frowned. "That guy? What for?"
"Don't know--I just heard." Beebs frowned. It made him look older, and his normal look of lazy sexuality evaporated. "There's been a shake-up at the top, and Morgan Edge is the top dog now and, where Morgan goes, Wade Mahaney follows. Everyone knows that. Talk is Morty's out at the El-Kazar, and Mahaney is in. And, he has a habit of wanting to sample the merchandise, you know. All flavors."
"Shit. Edge heads the Gentlemen now, hunh? That's not exactly good news for anyone."
"I know there's bad blood between your dad and Edge. And if you think you're out of it because your dad disowned you, you're not. They won’t believe he doesn't want you back—for one reason or another." He shrugged. "I know it came as a shock to Wayne senior that it wasn't possible to cozy up to them and then walk away--" He stopped, sucked up a lungful of sweet smoke, blew it out and then pulled it back into his mouth. His tongue curled like a cat's, playing with the hazy swirls.
"They decided to teach him a lesson. Unfortunately, it was Mother who paid when the bill came due. It should have been him. I guess I'm lucky they thought I was too pretty to waste." Alex saw through the mask of lazy smile and sleepy, hooded eyes. His heart ached for his old friend. "Nothing turned out the way we expected it would. Kind of funny, hunh? You're not on the inside track to being the youngest president ever, and I'm not in the family business. And when I see the old man at social affairs, he doesn't even speak to me--like this life was my *choice*." He stopped, took a steadying breath, and shrugged, "C'est la vie."
"God, Beebs, life is so damn unfair—neither one of us should be where we are—"
"Ah-ah. You're exactly where you should be--out from under the old man, and I'm doing okay…besides, what's 'fair'?" He rolled upright and crushed the roach in an ashtray, and stalked naked around the room, picking up his clothes. Alex was struck again by his grace, his power, leashed and wasted on this life.
"Well…I appreciate the discount. Couldn’t afford you, otherwise."
He put a hand on his hip and in an exaggerated drawl, crooned, "Awww, Daddy, don’t be like that. Business is business." His hazel eyes cleared and the smile he directed at Alex was small, but warm. The teasing, affected note dropped out of his voice. It was lower, slower—more genuine. "Lex, I worry about you."
"Me? Don't--I'm fine, more than fine. Now, scoot, I have to get to work and so do you."
"Um. My work is never done, Daddy." He dressed quickly, brushed his long hair back, and leaned over Alex. Resting one hand on the mattress, he slid the other under Alex's neck, cradled his head and kissed him hard and long enough that Alex was gasping for breath, lips tingling, and uncomfortably hard again when his friend drew back.
"Fuck—you, bastard," Alex panted, trying not to squirm. The other laughed and drew back, slid his overcoat on. "I like your place here, honey. Getting rid of the joint with the funeral roses was a great idea. You're moving back up in the world," he teased. With a wave and an air-blown kiss, he swept out of the room. Alex grinned briefly, before getting up to dress himself. Thought about the warning. Well, it remained to be seen—he'd heard about Mahaney, but he really was Louis' and Walt's problem. After all, he was just a guy in the band.
part 22
Author: roxy
Pairings/Characters: Lex/quite a few people, eventually clex of course
Rating:nc-17
Word Count:1101
Summary: Lex learns about trust and love from an unlikely source.
Notes/Warnings: my version of the swing era. Sure, it's weird—it's me!
Many, many thanks to
danceswithgary for all her patient help to make this readable, and for the beautiful cover!"Ah! God—aah.…"
The grip around his dick was tight, hot, and he felt it from the base all the way to his toes when it tightened around him. He grunted, hunched forward, and came into the soft velvet inferno…he shivered as the intense wave of orgasm receded, and life came crowding back in.
"Um…." He pulled out, careful of his sensitive dick, and the body under him shivered and groaned. Alex dropped down next to him, stroking quivering muscles, the hard and leaking dick. It jerked when he rolled his finger over the broad, wet head; a cloudy drop shimmered on his fingertip. "Finish yourself, I want to watch." Hazel eyes clouded with need met his. Alex licked his fingertip clean.
"God…okay…." His eyes closed, and Alex stroked back dark, sweat-wet ringlets from his forehead. Watched as the young man's broad hand circled his dick and jerked hard and fast without playing at a show for Alex—moaning, body arched and tight with the need to come, just thinking of himself, nothing in his mind but getting off, and that made it so arousing to Alex, watching him, listening to him. Moments later, he was shouting, come streaked his chest, wet his hand…he melted to his side in a loose sprawl across Alex and his small bed. Alex grinned, watched him suck pearly strands from his knuckles, rub the mess into his skin.
"Move, I gotta get up." The bed springs jangled as Alex rolled to his feet. His pants were draped over the chair in dining alcove, and the money they'd agreed upon was in his pocket. He drew a few bills out, counted, stopped, and then added a few more bills. "Here." He handed the young man the folded bills with a short nod. "Worth the money, as always, Beebs."
The dark-haired man knelt on the edge of the bed and fished his pants up from the pile on the rug. Still naked, with his ass in the air, he crammed the money into one pocket and grubbed a wrinkled pack of cigarettes out of the other. He pulled a hand-rolled cigarette out and lit it before dropping the pants back on the heap. He inhaled deeply, sighed after a moment. "Thanks, Alex. If I didn't need to eat, I wouldn’t charge you. You know that."
"Eat? You make more than I do in a month." Alex grinned and turned the radio down a bit. They could still hear the crackly broadcast of the Camel Caravan leaking into the room. "But hey, business is business, right? And speaking of that...how is business?"
"Ah, Daddy, you know. At least I'm calling my own shots. Hey, here's some news for you, though," he said. He pushed thick black hair back from his eyes, his broad forehead wrinkling in concern. "You know Wade Mahaney's been asking around about the Al-Kazar."
Alex frowned. "That guy? What for?"
"Don't know--I just heard." Beebs frowned. It made him look older, and his normal look of lazy sexuality evaporated. "There's been a shake-up at the top, and Morgan Edge is the top dog now and, where Morgan goes, Wade Mahaney follows. Everyone knows that. Talk is Morty's out at the El-Kazar, and Mahaney is in. And, he has a habit of wanting to sample the merchandise, you know. All flavors."
"Shit. Edge heads the Gentlemen now, hunh? That's not exactly good news for anyone."
"I know there's bad blood between your dad and Edge. And if you think you're out of it because your dad disowned you, you're not. They won’t believe he doesn't want you back—for one reason or another." He shrugged. "I know it came as a shock to Wayne senior that it wasn't possible to cozy up to them and then walk away--" He stopped, sucked up a lungful of sweet smoke, blew it out and then pulled it back into his mouth. His tongue curled like a cat's, playing with the hazy swirls.
"They decided to teach him a lesson. Unfortunately, it was Mother who paid when the bill came due. It should have been him. I guess I'm lucky they thought I was too pretty to waste." Alex saw through the mask of lazy smile and sleepy, hooded eyes. His heart ached for his old friend. "Nothing turned out the way we expected it would. Kind of funny, hunh? You're not on the inside track to being the youngest president ever, and I'm not in the family business. And when I see the old man at social affairs, he doesn't even speak to me--like this life was my *choice*." He stopped, took a steadying breath, and shrugged, "C'est la vie."
"God, Beebs, life is so damn unfair—neither one of us should be where we are—"
"Ah-ah. You're exactly where you should be--out from under the old man, and I'm doing okay…besides, what's 'fair'?" He rolled upright and crushed the roach in an ashtray, and stalked naked around the room, picking up his clothes. Alex was struck again by his grace, his power, leashed and wasted on this life.
"Well…I appreciate the discount. Couldn’t afford you, otherwise."
He put a hand on his hip and in an exaggerated drawl, crooned, "Awww, Daddy, don’t be like that. Business is business." His hazel eyes cleared and the smile he directed at Alex was small, but warm. The teasing, affected note dropped out of his voice. It was lower, slower—more genuine. "Lex, I worry about you."
"Me? Don't--I'm fine, more than fine. Now, scoot, I have to get to work and so do you."
"Um. My work is never done, Daddy." He dressed quickly, brushed his long hair back, and leaned over Alex. Resting one hand on the mattress, he slid the other under Alex's neck, cradled his head and kissed him hard and long enough that Alex was gasping for breath, lips tingling, and uncomfortably hard again when his friend drew back.
"Fuck—you, bastard," Alex panted, trying not to squirm. The other laughed and drew back, slid his overcoat on. "I like your place here, honey. Getting rid of the joint with the funeral roses was a great idea. You're moving back up in the world," he teased. With a wave and an air-blown kiss, he swept out of the room. Alex grinned briefly, before getting up to dress himself. Thought about the warning. Well, it remained to be seen—he'd heard about Mahaney, but he really was Louis' and Walt's problem. After all, he was just a guy in the band.
part 22
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